She's not the devil emperor's nanny!

Chapter 129 Meeting the Drunken Immortal Building Again

There was a strong smell of blood wafting from the city gate of Yancheng, and the blood stains on the ground could not be cleaned off, and could only be eliminated bit by bit with special medicine.The middle-aged man was still sweating coldly, directing the deacon disciples who came from the branch sect to clean up.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses with a white cloth, threw the severed bodies on the ground into storage bags, and then destroyed those storage bags directly after a while.

When one of them picked up the fat man's head, he couldn't help complaining that the man was too heavy even with only one head.Just as I was about to throw it into the storage bag, I saw that something seemed to be drilling out from the broken neck.

I couldn't help but looked curiously, only to find that a blood-red centipede had come out of the fat man's head, neighing silently in the air, its pincers opened and closed like a convulsion, and turned into dust in the sun.

……

Hidden in the dark inside the Mingzong sect, Ling Ying, who was closing her eyes to rest, suddenly opened her eyes, and the blood-red rhombic crystal on her forehead was like a vertical eye, shining with a compelling light.

"The fat man of the Promise Demon Sect is dead." He smiled and said lightly.

Standing aside, Gu Moshu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "That's really a pity, such useful chess pieces are hard to find."

"It's okay. It's useless in the first place, but it's just a pig with too much ambition. Don't worry about it." Ling Ying didn't care, and said with a smile: "It's a pity, it's better to say that I wasted a heart-eating cup."

"Yes, my lord, those people in the world have already planted the heart-eating cup, but... isn't it a bit wasteful to use this kind of sacred thing for a mortal?" Gu Moshu seems to have gotten used to the identity of No. [-] errand runner of Mingzong Now, she behaved extremely submissive, and she was no longer as strange as before. Her beautiful face, which was completely comparable to Li Youlian's, was now only left with a sickly whiteness, which was somewhat similar to Ling Ying.

The same pale face.

"Gu Moshu... do you know the difference between Mingzong and the other major sects of Immortal Demon Realm?" Ling Ying shook her head, her pure black hair drooping down, like a stroke of thick ink.

"This... the northern desert is sparsely populated and resources are also scarce. Our Mingzong has no shortage of masters, but what we lack are resources and information."

"That's right. Those sects that have been established for thousands of years have tentacles covering almost the entire cultivation world, unlike the Underworld Sect, where even news is a few days late."

"Then we should go to casual cultivators? The lifespan of these mortals is no different from us and ants. This..."

"Hahaha... Loose Cultivators. Do you really think that Loose Cultivators are easy to bully?" Ling Ying got up, and her black robes fell on the bluestone floor, and said: "Don't look at Loose Cultivators who always look like a mess, if the power of Loose Cultivators Can gather together, what fairyland, devilland, southern forest? All of them are vulnerable. Let alone a small underworld sect?"

"Yes, my subordinates are dull." Gu Moshu said quickly, after thinking for a while, he said, "I just received a message that Wuji Demon Sect Feng Rueling has arrived in Yancheng."

Ling Ying's background froze for a moment, which made Gu Moshu a little strange, but Ling Ying didn't say anything more, raised her hand and waved Gu Moshu to go down.

"Has he arrived in Yancheng too?"

……

When Ling Xuan saw Zhi Ling, he really felt that he had traveled back to the past and returned to Wutai Ye City.

"My lord!" Zhi Ling was very pleasantly surprised when she saw Ling Xuan. Several years have passed, and now her hair is now in a bun, which shows that she is married.

"Zhi Ling? I didn't expect it was really you. I thought it was the same name." Ling Xuan was very happy, and let Zhi Ling drag him around this one of the best karaoke workshops in Yancheng.

"My lord, this is already the third branch of Zuixianlou. The other two are watched by Huoyan and Xiaoxue..." While turning around, Zhiling reported the status of the business to Lingxuan, as if it was still good. It's just a shopkeeper, and Ling Xuan is the boss behind the scenes.

"Okay, okay, now you are the boss." Unable to bear Zhi Ling's enthusiasm, Ling Xuan quickly opened his mouth, took Feng Jueqing's hand, and said, "It's just that it's just right, I have a place to stay."

"Why don't you stay? Just stay here! I'll have someone clean up the room right away!" Zhi Ling immediately made a decision and sent someone to clean up the room.And Ling Xuan's spiritual sense scanned, and he found that there are many secular master guards here, so it can be seen that the business of this Zuixian building is really good.

"In a while, there will be some kind of martial arts conference. I just don't know where it will be held..." Zhi Ling was really happy. She was such a quiet woman before, but today she babbled on and on.

Just as Ling Xuan and Feng Jueqing walked across the big stage, Zhi Ling stopped and looked at the man who suddenly appeared on the stage with some astonishment.

The man turned around, and there was a piece of paper with a small face on his face, which looked weird no matter how it looked, and made Zhi Ling jump.Ling Xuan frowned slightly, and pulled Zhi Ling behind him, and Feng Jueqing also stepped forward two steps, standing side by side with Ling Xuan, looking at the strange man.

"The boss Liu Zhiling of Zuixianlou, the former boss Ling Xuan? I picked a good time, and both bosses are here." The man wearing the square paper mask smiled and said: "My master, please I forward a letter to both of you."

A letter appeared in the man's hand as if by magic, saying: "Please read, both of you."

The letter fell lightly into Zhi Ling's hands, she opened it, and her expression changed immediately.And Ling Xuan didn't have time to talk about it, because the man's aura was too strange.

Strange to the point of eerie.

No breath, no heartbeat, no sign of life.

But does it have the old and dead spirit of a dead person?

"Who are you? Who is your master?" Ling Xuan asked, but the man laughed.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who my master is." The man smiled, "As long as the two of you can do what the master asked you to do well, that's fine. Then I'll take my leave..."

However, Feng Jueqing picked up the teacup on the table, turned it into a hidden weapon and shot at the man.

There was no feeling of hitting the real thing, but I heard the man's laughter. His robe fell to the ground empty, the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered, and the paper with a smiling face fluttered on the ground, as if he was falling on the ground. Laugh at the three of them.

"Condensing Qi into a body, the person behind him has a good cultivation level." Feng Jueqing frowned slightly, as if he was very displeased.However, he has always been cold and arrogant, and being able to get such a good evaluation from his mouth, it can be seen that the cultivation level of that person is definitely the kind that Ling Xuan looks up to.

"What exactly is it?" Ling Xuan took the letter in Zhi Ling's hand, glanced at it and asked, "What does this mean? The final venue of the martial arts tournament?"

"It means that our Drunken Immortal Tower will be positioned as the venue of the martial arts conference, this..." Zhi Ling frowned, sighed, and said sadly: "Why? This..."

"There must be something hidden behind this martial arts conference. Although it is a good marketing opportunity, compared with the benefits, the risk is too great and it is not worth it." Ling Xuan frowned and said: "Think of a way to pass on Get out! Is there any colleague who doesn't agree with you in Yancheng, send this letter there."

"It's probably too late. This letter is just a notice." The man's grinning voice echoed in the air, but he didn't know where it came from.

"This news has already been spread, it's a foregone conclusion. The silver is left outside the door, why don't you think about how to entertain the heroes of the world?"

Ling Xuan turned around, but couldn't find the source of the sound. He frowned, but felt that Feng Jueqing's powerful spiritual sense crushed and swept across the entire stage.

"Pretending to be a ghost." He said coldly, and the man's laughter gradually became ethereal and finally disappeared.

Ling Xuan pondered for a long time, and said: "It seems that this trouble really cannot be avoided."

He and Zhi Ling have known each other for a long time, this time, he doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse, if he can't watch them suffer, he must be involved.

Then Feng Jueqing would naturally not stand idly by.

"Stay here first. Rueqing, you still have to deal with the division of the sect. Let me think about what to do here?" After thinking about it, Ling Xuan said.

In the middle of the night, Feng Jueqing listened to the middle-aged man's narration, and realized that all these changes started a year ago. The originally kind elder seemed to be a different person, violent and greedy. Useless.

And the most frightening thing is that there are many more people who are exactly like the fat elder in the branch sect, making it a mess.It's not just their Promise Demon Sect, basically all the branch sects in Yancheng seem to have a similar situation.

A year ago, it was also the time when the martial arts conference was launched.

Walking out of the room, I came to the small lake in the backyard of Zuixian Tower, and saw a person set up a jug and wine glass in the kiosk by the lake, sitting sideways on the seat, the hand holding the wine glass dropped, almost touching the water.

"Xuan." Feng Jueqing walked aside and sat down with Ling Xuan facing each other.

"Unfeeling, Guozi and they haven't arrived yet, right?" Ling Xuan took a sip of wine and said, "I always have a bad feeling about their father."

"There is a big problem with this martial arts conference." Feng Jueqing said calmly, and picked up another cup, "But it's still hard to say right now."

"About Zuixianlou, I thought of a way. But I need your help."

"You said."

"Give me your teacher's wife's contact information."

"Pfft..." Feng Jueqing spit out the wine, looked at Ling Xuan in embarrassment, and saw that he didn't mean to make a joke at all.

Ling Xuan's treacherous smile made people shiver.